"Bury that face on my chest." She heard his deep voice and did as instructed. She wrapped her hands around his shoulder burying her face in his hard chest.
The smell of lavender swift into her nostrils and Anna inhaled deeply. If she could, she would love to remain with him forever, but she couldn't.
"Welcome to fooding, sir, madam..." The security man at the door stared at Noah and then the big baby he carried in his hands.
"She's fine," Noah said stepping in.
"You definitely owe me a kiss for this." He murmured and Anna turned her head a little to look at him. A little blush appeared on her cheek. It was enough that she was being carried like a child, and now she owed him a kiss.
Anna bit her lips at the thought of kissing him. Her eyes trailed from his chest up to his thin lips and lingered around there. She wondered how he would kiss her this time. The last two times Noah had kissed her, he licked her lips and pegged her.
